perspective

I like the view from my window
there I can sit, pen in hand
thoughts in mind
smile and wonder
wonder at the world that carries on just beyond that tree
the little girl drawing her future into the playground snow
the floating pieces of cold cotton that linger in the air
magical tufts of ice filling the sky with white tone
wonder
about the cars that drive by oblivious to the world beyond their dashboards
wonder
at the snowflakes delicately balancing on the barren trees
the sun whose warmth is missed but brightness felt
the fluffy white running through the air
dancing to the yellow melody
but the cars, they whip by
coursing through the masterpiece unfolding before their eyes
the cars hum that lifeless tune
and the barren trees,
basking in the beauty of a renaissance
they cry for the cars to find a new song

I like the view from my window
here I can sit, pen in hand
thoughts in mind
smile and wonder
wonder at what goes on just beyond that windscreen
the husband picking up the kids from school
impressionable minds with the world to discover
endless possibilities to exploit and a driver dad to boot
there in that box
is a heart shaped circle
whole
togetherness
American Pie dream of a life
the kids
they giggle and snicker at their driver dad’s cat in the hat impressions
their laughs warming their souls
their tiny fingers marking the steam stained glass
the thing that keeps the cold out
and their eyes,
peaking through the lined breathe
they mourn for the shivering lone tree to find spring